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It wasn’t a matter of
Trusting him,
He knew that.
It was a matter of
Him getting her
To trust herself.
That, in itself,
Was what he
May have tried too hard
To get her to commit to.
On this sun drenched,
Hot, dusty, dry day,
When South Texas
Becomes blistering
Hard-rock land,
He arrived back home.
Her every trace had become
A ruffled,
Quickly packed-away
Memory.
As if she had come,
Loved and stayed
But only for a day.
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He pushed open
The rear door left ajar.
He followed the tracks
Left in the soft gravel
By her car,
Out the back,
Down the narrow road.
He knew a note
Was somewhere,
But he had imagined,
Lived,
And acted out this moment
In his mind
So many times
Before.
It really didn’t matter
Where she had gone.
Or even what she had said.
He knew it by heart.
It was a secret
They both knew
But kept from each other,
It was the reality
Of her
They both
Carried in their eyes.
Her “other side”
They denied in
Their tender moments.
But it was a reality
Seldom met or said.
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